Hey, wanna be a beer-swilling German (is there any other kind?) with an affection for country music?
Sure you do! I did! Or at least, for one night I did.
I never really wanted to be a German before because Germans are just so, well you know… German (boring). Plus, they eat a lot of meat and drink tons of beer and that’s just not me. Frankly, I find it incredible that they’re managing to hold the entire financial sector of the European Union together!
But I discovered that once you get a little beer into a German… why they’re the most witzig people you could ever have a jabber-jaw session with, so they’re always good for a laugh! And going to a German-style pub to drink is just as good as going to an Irish pub to drink, because you get good beer and you get good drunkards! And once they’re drunk, they become completely redselig! Boy, do they love to drink and talk, those Germans, and they love to bullshit too, which I can certainly relate to because I happen to bullshit quite often myself! In fact, they get so talkative, you can’t get them to shut the hell up until they’ve shoved so much beer down their own gullets, they pass out! And that takes a lot of beer. Remember, they’re professionals, not like us wimpy Americans who reach for a Budweiser and call it a day. That crap is not beer, my drunken little friends! You need to get yourself into a German pub to have real, authentic beer. The kind of beer that’ll make you schlitzaugen!
Personally, I’m not a drunkard. I don’t even like to get drunk! A little buzzed is okay, though. I know I write a lot about happy hours and drinks and all, but that’s me doing my job so that you, my friends, can enjoy the fruits of my labor! And believe me, this is laborious! Anyway, some friends invited me out the other night to go to a German pub to drink beer and watch a live band play country music and I thought “Really? There’s a German pub in the Connayo?… and they have live country music?! That’s strange.” But der stranger, der better I say, so off I went to Brats Brothers in Newbury Park to join my drunken friends!
I’m so glad I did too, because this is the real deal! No, I haven’t actually been to Germany before, but I’ve seen Oktoberfest celebrations portrayed on posters and calendars, so I know what I’m talking about! Inside, they have rows and rows of long tables and benches, which are specifically made for some serious drinking and eating, which is what you’re supposed to do in a German bar. All of the employees wear real German-style clothing too, which is really cool, and the service was kinda sloppy, so for sure this is authentic! Now I’m not trying to say that the Germans (or Americans posing as Germans) are sloppy at giving service… well, yes, I guess I am saying that, but that’s only because they have rows and rows of long tables and benches and everyone sits crowded together and everyone’s drinking really strong beer, so how are you supposed to keep up with who gets what? So I don’t hold it against them. In any case, the beer is really strong, so if you don’t want to get a buzz like I did, or completely drunk, like the rest of the place, then I don’t suggest going there because this isn’t gonna be Miller time!
They had what looked like a nice selection of beers and many that I’ve never heard of before. What’s really good is that on the menu, they post the percentage of alcohol next to the beer that you’re considering, so you’ll know exactly how wasted you’ll get ahead of time. Some of them claim a hefty 8 percent alcohol! I decided to try the Spaten lager, which is pronounced Shpaten, and that’s before you’ve even taken a sip! It came in this big, ice-cold mug with a big, thick handle, which tells me that if you’ve had a few, you’ll need one that big just to be able to put your greasy digits around it and haul it up to your slurring lips! The beer was good and tasty and had nice body to it without being too heavy. It was nicely balanced with a subtle floral taste and just the right amount of hoppy-ness to it. It wasn’t overly-carbonated either like some of the American hand-crafted beers, which is probably good since you’ll be drinking a few of ‘em.
I decided to only get one because I knew it had the kind of butt-kicker effect that’d make it impossible for me to walk in my spitzschuhe without stumbling, and even so, it gave me a good wallop upside my head! I decided that I would order one of their pretzels to help soak up some of the alcohol and take off the fuzzy edges. I don’t know if it was because it was the cheaper, happy hour pretzel, but it wasn’t good at all. The first one came out undercooked, so it was wet and doughy and not in the least appealing. I pointed it out to the German (American) waitress and she said she would get me another one, which turned out to be a mistake since the second one wasn’t much better. I expect German pretzels to be thick and dense, just like a beer Fräulein, but theirs are just small and chintzy. One of my drinking companions decided to order one of their Bratwurst, which would be a good idea if you’re into feeling really bloated. I asked him how it was and he said it was just alright and that he’d had better. But hey, he was Dutch and what the hell do the Dutch know about the Germans anyway?!
By the time the band started, the beer was flowing and our feet were stomping and we were having ourselves a grand ‘ol time! I highly suggest you get your arsch over there quickly and enjoy yourself some great beer in an authentic German setting to watch a great country band! Just take it easy on the beer if you’re planning on driving…
…or if you want to remember what you did the night before… and don’t want to do the walk of shame!
And don’t forget to tell them Frau schlau eigenschaften sent you!
Auf Wiedersehen my little drunkards!
2160 Newbury Road
Newbury Park, CA